Scott and Me

Under cover I sat with Scott the sky above us grey and heavy like my frame of mind this time she was gone for good Wet walkers waltzed past Walter and me soaking feet and dripping noses at least they had each other not me she set me free. Walter sat sodden and silent Princes Street laughed at my predicament the rain lashed and bounced off buses passengers smiled in the smir I waited for God knows what. The damp didn't deter the tourists ignoring my pain they snapped monumental photos whilst my heart broke nobody spoke they pointed up. The rain stopped for a while and I left Walter to his tartan clad friends my misery didn't end by Bruntsfield I was bone cold and broken Soaking wet and alone She was gone And the rain started again.